we use to hold on to place.
Beautiful piece! I wish there was a way (like in Harry Potter) where you can access vividly accurate memories of travels and gatherings. Mine tend to be fuzzy.
What a beautiful, poetic, provocative piece. “ When we are sick, left broken by life or limb, our bodies might often feel like cages. But they really are a sieve. They’re amazing, these compilations of cells. Like mollusks that draw in and pump out, they filter out what we don’t need and keep the essential stored away.”